"You think me a lunatic, don't you?"

Crane looks almost hurt at the realisation.

"My experiments are highly important and you should consider yourself lucky to be my lab rat."

He tuts slightly as he finishes strapping you to the metal autopsy table.

"Who knows? Maybe this strain of Fear Toxin will be the perfect one, the one I use to plunge Gotham into unbridled, uncontained, uncontrollable terror..."